In the tradition of the best science experiments ever conducted in history, Copernicus, Newton, Tesla, Einstein, you name it; student Jen McCreight has enlisted [upd: almost a hundred] thousands of women, armed only with their boobs, to test out a very strange hypothesis.
That immodestly-dressed women cause earthquakes.
If some odd religious hypotheses are right, there should at least be a few noticeable earthquakes in Washington DC, West Lafayette Indiana, and perhaps a few other cities on April 26th, 2010.
Somewhere in a tony, wood-paneled washington hotel that condones unprotected anal sex with female prostitutes who have magic ******s, Eliot Spitzer is breathing a Massive Sigh of Relief; "I'm finally outta da spotlight!".
And Ashley Dupree is cursing; -"That should be MY seven whore diamond spotlight moment, dammit!".
Let's face it, we all believe the children are our future. And those children will have to breast-feed at some point if they are to be as healthy as possible.
Our brilliant friends across the pond realize this and encourage bewbage with abandon and their own inimitable sense of humor.
-Unfortunately, the American version of the show soon to be hawked by NBC is sure to suck, and I feel the only hope for it at all would be to populate the front row of the studio audience with impossibly hott bewb deliverage devices.
If this segment of Chris Rock's "Bigger and Blacker" is any indication of a general philosophy, I think Chris would agree that whatever wacky shit Eliot wanted that would have "Seemed Unsafe", as the quote goes, was first and foremost Silda Wall Spitzer's responsibility as duly appointed Freaky-Male-Libido-Kink Goalie.
Silly rabbit, Trix Are For Kids! -vid of Chris after the jump